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(A) 59 Christie Street 
 
There's a girl over there 
With long brown hair 
I took her to the place 
I threw the mattress in her face 
 
Took off her shirt 
Took off her bra 
Took off her pants 
You know that I saw 
 
A wick-wick-wack 
 
(B) Get On The Mic 
 
One, two 
 
Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song 
Out to my main homie, Mike D 
 
Alright, lets kick it 
Ready, go 
 
Get on the mic 
Get get on the mic 
Just get on the mic 
Get on the mic, Mike 
 
Let's be real and don't cloud the issue 
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to 
People say that they be missin' me and missin' you 
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to 
 
You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this 
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus 
One half science, and another half soul 
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll 
 
Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno 
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no 
 
So just get on the mic 
Just get on the mic 
Get get on the mic 
Get on the mic, Mike 
 
Well Mike D is a special individual 
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals 
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low 
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo 
 
Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish 
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish 
 
At the fever 
 
(C) Stop That Train 
 
It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale 
I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail 
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station 
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation 
 
This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train 
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine 
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token 
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking 
 
Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout 
Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out" 
You know you light up when the lights go down 
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown 
 
Same faces every day but you don't know their names 
Party people going places on the D-Train 
 
{Stop that train, I wanna get off} 
 
Check it 
 
Trench coat wing tip going to work 
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk 
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts 
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz 
 
Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor 
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door 
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity 
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity 
 
A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace 
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased 
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin 
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin' 
 
Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform 
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm 
Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes 
Over the loud speaker about the hard times 
 
Sat across from a man reading El Diario 
Riding the train down from the El Barrio 
Went from the station to Orange Julius 
I bought a hot dog.  From who? George Drakoulias 
 
(D) Year And A Day 
 
MC, for what I am, and do 
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true 
 
So as pray and hope and the message is sent 
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt 
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three 
Me and Adam and D were born to MC 
 
And my body and soul and mind are pure 
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure 
Just lyrics from I to you recited 
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted 
 
Enter the arena as I take the center stage 
The lights set low and the night has come of age 
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional 
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special 
 
I am the one and I am the master 
I am the king and this is my castle 
Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past 
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last 
 
And you can bet your ass 
 
I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking 
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend 
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along 
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong 
 
Broke my bindings, the lion with wings 
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing 
I am one with myself as I turn to The 
I prefer the dreams to the reality 
 
I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife 
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife 
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day 
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day 
 
Come what may 
 
I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout 
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout 
Fishing for a line inside my brain 
And looking out at the world through my window pane 
 
Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained 
Everything has changed but remains the same 
So once again the mirror raised 
And I see myself as clear as day 
 
And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny 
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me 
He who sees the end from the beginning of time 
Looking forward through all the ages 
Is, was, and always shall be 
Check the prophetic sections of the pages 
 
Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave 
He goes by the name of Disco Dave 
 
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave 
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave 
Disco Dave 
Disco Dave 
 
(E) Hello Brooklyn 
 
Hello Brooklyn 
 
New York, New York, it's a hell of a town 
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down 
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials 
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials 
 
I quit my job, I cut my hair 
You know I cut my boss because I don't care 
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle 
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle 
 
'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of 
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off 
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway 
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say 
 
I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors 
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor 
 
'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza 
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped 
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza 
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer 
 
Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt 
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt 
I stay at home just like a hermit 
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit 
 
You know why? 
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick 
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick 
I ride around town cause my ride is fly 
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die} 
 
(F) Dropping Names 
 
(Take PCP) 
 
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost 
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost 
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast 
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost 
 
Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white 
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right? 
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus 
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous 
 
My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian 
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying 
Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it 
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it} 
 
(G) Lay It On Me 
 
Lay it on me now 
Not so hard man 
 
Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits 
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots 
More updated on the hip-hop lingo 
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo 
 
Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card 
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte 
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne 
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man 
 
Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine 
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time 
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum 
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum 
 
With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin 
I'm not bluffin' 
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin' 
Stuffin', stuffin' 
 
Stuff it buddy 
 
(H) Mike On the Mic 
 
Here's another one for ya'll to peep 
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see? 
 
I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle 
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle 
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster 
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter 
 
I've never met a girl that was too finicky 
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me 
You might know this, but you've never been to see 
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D 
 
I shed light like cats shed fur 
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr 
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness 
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness 
 
I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to 
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to 
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it 
{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it} 
 
(I) A.W.O.L 
 
DJ Hurricane 
 
When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
I go A.W.O.L. 
 
Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
I go A.W.O.L. 
 
When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
I go A.W.O.L. 
 
When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
He goes A.W.O.L. 
 
Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do? 
Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do? 
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do? 
 
Jazzy Jay in the house 
Bad Brains in the house 
Original Concept in the house 
 
Good night Amsterdam 
 
Now I want you all to break this down 
 
To all the girls 
To all the girls